Where are Dogster's topics?
Dec 3rd, 2009, 10:36 AM
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Where are Dogster's topics?
Worried about him and questioning why his reports have disappeared. His reports have been the most interesting travel reports I have read. I miss reading his adventures, plus I am concerned wether or not he is over his illness.
Dec 4th, 2009, 07:00 AM
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Chennai:
O.K. - I'll try and explain. I may not have been the full quid when I deleted the post - but that's only part of it.
Health: It's only last night that I managed to eat properly [as opposed to sending revolting food back in revulsion] for the first time since 'The Event of The Roast Chicken'. Yes, I know I said I was recovered but I was merely surfacing, not swimming.
As you don't know, I was pesticided In The Worst City In India. That's a story I'll tell later, but it has rendered me highly sensitive to chemicals, disinfectants, petrol, pollution and pretty much everything that lives in the air in India. I know that the green gunge that lives in my lungs will go. Day by day it is.
To be continued from the restaurant.
O.K. - I'll try and explain. I may not have been the full quid when I deleted the post - but that's only part of it.
Health: It's only last night that I managed to eat properly [as opposed to sending revolting food back in revulsion] for the first time since 'The Event of The Roast Chicken'. Yes, I know I said I was recovered but I was merely surfacing, not swimming.
As you don't know, I was pesticided In The Worst City In India. That's a story I'll tell later, but it has rendered me highly sensitive to chemicals, disinfectants, petrol, pollution and pretty much everything that lives in the air in India. I know that the green gunge that lives in my lungs will go. Day by day it is.
To be continued from the restaurant.
Dec 4th, 2009, 07:35 AM
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Wow, dogster, that sounds really grim. I agree with Kathie - maybe time to bail for some medical care (although good care is available in India too - I seem to remember reading that medical "tourists" are going to Delhi for heart surgery) and I hope you're in a comfortable hotel now.
Dec 4th, 2009, 08:09 AM
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So, after my pestification, I had a terrible cough.
Confused, desperate fool that I was, in Mumbai, I went to the pharmacy. Those who've been to India will know that this is just a front for the distribution of illegal, legal drugs.
'I have a cough,' I said blithely, demonstrating my bestest, rankest coughlet for the troops.
'Take this,' they said gaily, handing me a sweet little bottle of more poison. So I did.
Well, the cough went away - replaced, as I realise now, by discreet lunacy, strange lurches from narcolepsy to wide-awake-olepsy, sudden rushes of emotion; temple tears to wild anger - mostly anger and a very odd fascination with the Temple Elephant in Madurai.
Of course, I had no idea any of this was going on.
Confused, desperate fool that I was, in Mumbai, I went to the pharmacy. Those who've been to India will know that this is just a front for the distribution of illegal, legal drugs.
'I have a cough,' I said blithely, demonstrating my bestest, rankest coughlet for the troops.
'Take this,' they said gaily, handing me a sweet little bottle of more poison. So I did.
Well, the cough went away - replaced, as I realise now, by discreet lunacy, strange lurches from narcolepsy to wide-awake-olepsy, sudden rushes of emotion; temple tears to wild anger - mostly anger and a very odd fascination with the Temple Elephant in Madurai.
Of course, I had no idea any of this was going on.
Dec 4th, 2009, 08:53 AM
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Dog is bouncing off invisible walls by now, convinced the world has gone mad, not him. I'm on my own, guzzling jungle boogie-ju-ju opium cough medicine, lost in deepest, dullest Tamil Nadu. The last thing I really remember are the big, pink, twin tunnels of seduction in the trunk of the Special Elephant of Madurai.
I must have fallen in.
So off to Dindigul to meet my nemesis; The Roast Chicken of Death.
Things got noticeably worse.
I must have fallen in.
So off to Dindigul to meet my nemesis; The Roast Chicken of Death.
Things got noticeably worse.
Dec 4th, 2009, 09:07 AM
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In rapid succession, lurching like a lunatic from hotel to hotel:
One night meeting The Chicken.
An abrupt change of plans and a decision to drive 4 hours to Tanjore. My driver, not surprisingly, abandoned me and fled.
A night dumped in the Hotel Olympia, Tanjore. Two nights at Hotel Gnanam, Tanjore. Did I see the World Famous Temples of Tanjore? No.
Did I check out and lurch, inexplicably to Pondicherry? Yes. How many hotels did I stay at in Pondicherry? Three. What did I find I liked in Pondicherry? Nothing.
Somewhere around here I had the creeping revelation that the problem might not be just in every restaurant, every hotel and every crap meal I had in Tamil Nadu - hey, I think it might be ME.
One night meeting The Chicken.
An abrupt change of plans and a decision to drive 4 hours to Tanjore. My driver, not surprisingly, abandoned me and fled.
A night dumped in the Hotel Olympia, Tanjore. Two nights at Hotel Gnanam, Tanjore. Did I see the World Famous Temples of Tanjore? No.
Did I check out and lurch, inexplicably to Pondicherry? Yes. How many hotels did I stay at in Pondicherry? Three. What did I find I liked in Pondicherry? Nothing.
Somewhere around here I had the creeping revelation that the problem might not be just in every restaurant, every hotel and every crap meal I had in Tamil Nadu - hey, I think it might be ME.
Dec 4th, 2009, 09:17 AM
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Dogster-it's never you. It's a vast conspiracy. Here in the states, it goes back and forth between a conservative conspiracy and a liberal conspiracy depending upon the moon. In India, there may be a different set of conspiracies, but they certainly exist. Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean that they are not out to get you. Just put one paw in front of the other. Never sit up and beg.
Dec 4th, 2009, 10:06 AM
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Relieved to hear that you have cheated death by roast chicken and have lived to post again.
My son had a terrible food-borne illness in central coastal Vietnam and was horrifyingly sick so I can imagine the ordeal you have endured both in becoming ill, and then perhaps suffering through some iatrogenic "help" (not to mention the toxic effects of fumigation).
I hope you are feeling much better by the day.
My son had a terrible food-borne illness in central coastal Vietnam and was horrifyingly sick so I can imagine the ordeal you have endured both in becoming ill, and then perhaps suffering through some iatrogenic "help" (not to mention the toxic effects of fumigation).
I hope you are feeling much better by the day.
Dec 4th, 2009, 10:14 AM
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heh, fantastic reply Gpanda. My great problem is that I always bite first, not beg.
Now, you'd think Blind Freddy and his three-legged dog would have realised what was going on - this is one of the perils of solo-travels. When you're lost - you're really, really LOST.
The worst thing here is that, by deleting one of Marija's posts in a fit of Google Search conspiracy paranoia, I mortally offended her. I was kinda surprised at the extremity of her reaction, [let's not worry about what it was], but there are times I can't be accountable to you all - nor do I choose to disclose anything until I'm ready.
She's been completely, 1000% supportive and was utterly unexpected collateral damage. I feel sad about that, but I'll have to cop it, I guess.
There's a LOT, LOT more to this story. This'll do for now.
Now, you'd think Blind Freddy and his three-legged dog would have realised what was going on - this is one of the perils of solo-travels. When you're lost - you're really, really LOST.
The worst thing here is that, by deleting one of Marija's posts in a fit of Google Search conspiracy paranoia, I mortally offended her. I was kinda surprised at the extremity of her reaction, [let's not worry about what it was], but there are times I can't be accountable to you all - nor do I choose to disclose anything until I'm ready.
She's been completely, 1000% supportive and was utterly unexpected collateral damage. I feel sad about that, but I'll have to cop it, I guess.
There's a LOT, LOT more to this story. This'll do for now.
